This is a poem I had written sometime back and it is about the daily, working, life of a drover/shepherd and his dog. I am sure there are times when the simple routine would be more appealing than the frenetic life many of us lead.
He sits before the flickering fire
The drover with his trusty dog
Stealing warmth from blackened logs
His work-worn hardened hands
Labour tirelessly from dawn to dusk
Herding his flock over rocks and land
To earn his meagre, daily crust
And his faithful companion’s bark
Their aimless, bodies huddle or move
And graze from morn till dark
Day is done when he settles down
Neath the stars and the hound who parks
And beside the wind swept sparks
Gazing up at the velvet expanse
This man of simple needs
Savours silence over the darkened land
With blessed contentment indeed
(C) Wendy Robinson September 2015 All Rights Reserved
Disclaimer: My thanks go to the various photographers for these shots of the drover and the working dogs.
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